"Huff... You're lucky this time," said the old man in a black hood with a heavy tone.
In the old man's view, he could see a strand of spiritual energy swirling above Lein's head. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see the strand of spiritual energy, but with his level of power, he could ensure that not just anyone could do such a thing.
"A very strong soul thread," the old man murmured to himself again.
"Everyone, retreat," the old man said to the subordinates below him and the supporters of the golden-eyed youth earlier.
"Father, why?" The golden-eyed youth asked in surprise. This was not like his father to act on a whim.
"Silence..." The old man looked at his son with an angry and emotional gaze. He almost caused trouble if he wasn't careful this time.
Immediately without further ado, the group of the old man in the black hood disappeared without notice.
